Day 2: June 8, 2019

We are only two days in to this thing, but have already started to set baselines for good days and bad days-- which I'm sure will only get more refined as time goes on. Today was a good day. Good day in terms of- no puke stops on the side of the road, Oliver slept mostly all day, and overall just seemed way more comfortable. They only infused two of the chemo drugs, so maybe that helped also. Additionally, we think they may have upped his dosage of Ativan (primarily used for anti-nausea but it seems to just knock him right out). Our goal right now is to make sure he keeps drinking water.


Recap in pictures:


Starting off the day, heading to our house for breakfast. Pancakes requested, check! Per Mom, O was much more chipper yesterday morning and slept great. Success.

The crew down in Seattle was the same was the day before, with the addition of Angel, Bailey's girlfriend. The little boys and I were also able to join for a few hours until they hit their limit of a small hospital room. We are also right on Lake union so took a few minutes to explore with them. Of course, now they want a yacht. Or a fire boat.

For the entire time we were there, this was about all the action, which was a good thing! At one point, Oliver did wake up so he knew we were there for a little while.

The boys got a serious hint from big brother. We hit the car back to the eastside and they both passed out. What!? That never happens, especially with the bigger dude!

We headed to a friends' graduation party, and just for sake of documentation, some pictures from there (told you kid pics would sneak in!):

Watch this attack of the cupcake happen!

The guy who is too cool to look or smile for pictures. 6 going on 16.

While we were at the grad party, I decided that social situations can be (or are) a little awkward right now. One guy came up and said something about how it was a beautiful day and asked if we had been enjoying it. I mean, sure, you can say yes absolutely, but it's also this kind of weight in the back of your mind.... actually, we just came from the hospital. Mention the C word. And people get pretty uncomfortable pretty quick (not that I care), but it is an interesting dynamic. I suppose the lesson in this is the flip side of remembering that you never really know what people are going through, and I guess a sensitivity and awareness in that with whoever is encountered.

Meanwhile back at the hospital, the gang was wrapping up. Although they did one less drug today, it was still a 7.5 hour treatment. But, getting out of Seattle at 5pm vs 6:30pm was awesome!

 

All tucked in tight for the night (photo courtesy of Colleen) after a soup dinner (also courtesy of Colleen).

Again, it was a good day. Pretty uneventful. Lots of sleep for the big guy, which means not only was he comfortable, but hopefully lots of healing as well. And for all the rest of us, any day without cancer is a good day. All about perspective! Day 3 of the first 5 day consecutive treatment is up next, so I suppose we could consider this the hump, and then the down hill. After day 5, there is a couple day rest before heading back in.